too much of a good thing

 well, i'm in a bit of shit right now. good shit, but scary shit. OMGOMGOMGOMG i just got the offer i wanted, and it's better than the offer i already had!! i don't know what to do with myself, but i figure i'll quickly do a mind-dump and then go home to celebrate ^_^

i've been really anxious since i received an offer yesterday after a really good couple of interviews, because it's a great offer from a great place and i'm very confident that i'd be happy working there. it also has the advantage of being established and pretty stable, which is nice.

at the same time, the company i've been praying to work at is essentially a dream job. a lot harder, and it's a brand new company so no guarantees of anything (aside from a promise of high levels of chaos and hard work), but i know that if i didn't grab it with both hands i'd always regret it.

so here we are. i've just reviewed the contract and i'm waiting for the copy to sign.

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yesterday:

back to back interviews (that went well!)

a hint of good news after lunch

mr smear trouble (issues with a negligent hebrew teacher)

the offer, the turning of the screws (he knows what he's doing)

mr smear's "play therapist" makes me feel uncomfortable

good reading homework from him (harry potter)

a family meeting and a late dinner - explaining to mr smear his responsibility for his grades regardless, and that i'm about to start looking for a new school for him (and sign him up for the art school lottery). i'm willing to risk mr smear's behavioral issues not being resolved, he deserves to be out of that shithole.

a bit more operational finale after getting mr smear into bed before passing out on the couch (as usual)

today:

getting a pretty good night's sleep

my weight's back down to ~80!

a pretty relaxed morning

completing the form for mr smear's psych evaluation - that was hard. but it gives an interesting perspective. he's doing okay. like, he's really doing okay.

staying home to help gd with picking up mr smear

mr smear reporting that his hebrew language teacher literally told him "i don't care if you work or you draw, but if you draw i'm calling your dad" - a) that she told him she doesn't care, and b) that she hasn't called before, and it's half a school year already. i got in touch with both his homeroom teacher and the woman in the municipality responsible for new immigrants to complain

coming to the office and then spending the rest of the day in discussions about contract negotiations :P

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right, i'm going home now.